Neither of them know the other’s written language well enough to understand what’s being said between them. But then, they don’t really care.
Eventually Austria maneuvers his hand away to tussle with the top drawer to his night stand. Japan rolls his body to give that arm more slack, and watches the movements in silence. After a few moments the hand returns with a slightly smaller than palm-sized bottle of oil.
“Please, allow me prepare you.” Roderich is smirking as he says this.
But Kiku smirks right back and settles himself in his lap like so long before. The host nation pushes himself up into a sitting position next, but it’s the action after that which startles his guest.
Austria hoists the Asian’s legs over his shoulders. Japan gasps slightly, his face dusting red. This draw’s the brunet’s attention and with a blink he asks, “What troubles you?”
Nippon steadies his breathing and his nerves. “I-it is nothing.” Nothing that the other needs to worry about. But now he’s being frowned at, and the other has stopped in his actions. With a deepening of his blush he simply says, “Things are developing in a direction that I had not foreseen--not that such a thing is wholly unwelcomed, only that I was unprepared for such a turn of---”
“You thought to hold the dominant cord?” His mind catches up to him a moment later. “Position . . . dominant position. Of the male half--the man in bed.” A laugh escapes him when the other merely blinks and nods curtly. “I’m a married man.” Besides, the other practically wore dresses all the time, how was he supposed to know the archipelago was more assertive in bed than in conversations?
“Exactly. This is an opportunity for you to experience something different. Besides, there is a strong opinion among my female population that gay men make the best lovers for them. [11]” Japan takes the time to smirk, because he sees understanding spark.
“Such a thing . . . is common in your house?”
Japan smiles, and it is anything but kind. “I must tell you of my art history as well as those of shounen-ai and shoujo-ai, to start with.” And then he leans in for a rough kiss.
Austria is almost knocked off balance, but remains upright and distracted. Yet when they break away for air, Japan’s legs are still where they have been placed. The aristocrat takes it as his cue that all is well, this time.
The sable haired nation doesn’t quite gasp when the first slicked digit enters him. He only moans slightly into the kiss with the second. When the third finger invades him, Japan is rocking back against them in time with Austria’s ministrations. After the European is done, he retracts his hand and coats himself thoroughly, before putting the stopper back into the neck of the bottle and removing it to his night stand again.
That is when Japan strikes, so to speak, using the knowledge of his Ninjas. He brings his arms up around the other’s neck (before griping his shoulders), and slides his legs down so that they encircle Austria’s upper arms. Then he locks them, hoisting himself high, and his Vital Opening away from the Germanic nation’s heat. His own heated body almost brushes over Austria’s lips, but that isn’t his intention although the startled look over his host’s face is. But when the brunet falls back from the unbalancing weight, Kiku is left sitting on his chest. This is closer to what the Asian power wanted, and he moves his legs to prevent Roderich from moving his arms, still holding onto his shoulders with a smile.
Wide midnight-blue eyes stare up at perfectly brown ones, surprise and confusions swirling within them. Japan was so demure, so docile! Where had this strength come from such an effeminate race?
“I believe,” Japan speaks slowly, so as not to chuckle too much, “that in our future dealings, when this situation arises again (as I’m sure you are inclined to agree that this should not be the last of our exchanges), that we should speak carefully on our preferred positions in such unions of body with mind.”
Austria shivers. That is the most poetic way to date that he’s ever heard the demand, ‘Next time, I top.’ He nods furiously, eager to please and be pleased.
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{WIP} Cultural Exchange: Classical is Relative p10
(Anonymous) 2009-02-11 09:31 am (UTC)(link)Eventually Austria maneuvers his hand away to tussle with the top drawer to his night stand. Japan rolls his body to give that arm more slack, and watches the movements in silence. After a few moments the hand returns with a slightly smaller than palm-sized bottle of oil.
“Please, allow me prepare you.” Roderich is smirking as he says this.
But Kiku smirks right back and settles himself in his lap like so long before. The host nation pushes himself up into a sitting position next, but it’s the action after that which startles his guest.
Austria hoists the Asian’s legs over his shoulders. Japan gasps slightly, his face dusting red. This draw’s the brunet’s attention and with a blink he asks, “What troubles you?”
Nippon steadies his breathing and his nerves. “I-it is nothing.” Nothing that the other needs to worry about. But now he’s being frowned at, and the other has stopped in his actions. With a deepening of his blush he simply says, “Things are developing in a direction that I had not foreseen--not that such a thing is wholly unwelcomed, only that I was unprepared for such a turn of---”
“You thought to hold the dominant cord?” His mind catches up to him a moment later. “Position . . . dominant position. Of the male half--the man in bed.” A laugh escapes him when the other merely blinks and nods curtly. “I’m a married man.” Besides, the other practically wore dresses all the time, how was he supposed to know the archipelago was more assertive in bed than in conversations?
“Exactly. This is an opportunity for you to experience something different. Besides, there is a strong opinion among my female population that gay men make the best lovers for them. [11]” Japan takes the time to smirk, because he sees understanding spark.
“Such a thing . . . is common in your house?”
Japan smiles, and it is anything but kind. “I must tell you of my art history as well as those of shounen-ai and shoujo-ai, to start with.” And then he leans in for a rough kiss.
Austria is almost knocked off balance, but remains upright and distracted. Yet when they break away for air, Japan’s legs are still where they have been placed. The aristocrat takes it as his cue that all is well, this time.
The sable haired nation doesn’t quite gasp when the first slicked digit enters him. He only moans slightly into the kiss with the second. When the third finger invades him, Japan is rocking back against them in time with Austria’s ministrations. After the European is done, he retracts his hand and coats himself thoroughly, before putting the stopper back into the neck of the bottle and removing it to his night stand again.
That is when Japan strikes, so to speak, using the knowledge of his Ninjas. He brings his arms up around the other’s neck (before griping his shoulders), and slides his legs down so that they encircle Austria’s upper arms. Then he locks them, hoisting himself high, and his Vital Opening away from the Germanic nation’s heat. His own heated body almost brushes over Austria’s lips, but that isn’t his intention although the startled look over his host’s face is. But when the brunet falls back from the unbalancing weight, Kiku is left sitting on his chest. This is closer to what the Asian power wanted, and he moves his legs to prevent Roderich from moving his arms, still holding onto his shoulders with a smile.
Wide midnight-blue eyes stare up at perfectly brown ones, surprise and confusions swirling within them. Japan was so demure, so docile! Where had this strength come from such an effeminate race?
“I believe,” Japan speaks slowly, so as not to chuckle too much, “that in our future dealings, when this situation arises again (as I’m sure you are inclined to agree that this should not be the last of our exchanges), that we should speak carefully on our preferred positions in such unions of body with mind.”
Austria shivers. That is the most poetic way to date that he’s ever heard the demand, ‘Next time, I top.’ He nods furiously, eager to please and be pleased.